Tales Of The Macabre

Mommy Dearest

As I started to regain consciousness, I knew something wasn't right. I started to panic when I realized I was strapped to some sort of table.

A big bright light beamed down onto my face, blinding me. I could see silhouettes moving around me. The silhouettes began to whisper.

“ she’s perfect daddy, thank you.”

I tried to scream but the gag in my mouth muffled my cries. I heard a little girl giggling as a hand began to brush my hair. Then I heard more giggling in the corner in front of me.

Only two hours before I was responding to an Ad on Craigslist, looking for a live-in nanny. And the last thing I remembered was ringing the doorbell.

As the whispers continued the light switched off.  My eyes had to readjust to the light. As my sight came back I was greeted by a toothless, grinning, frail, old, man. And behind him sat two dolls.

They were life-size dolls, beautifully dressed

“I want to introduce you to my little girls. On the right is Masha and on the left is Dasha. Say hi to your new mommy girls,” said the man in a creepy, raspy, voice.

“Hi, Julie,” giggled the two dolls. I could hear the sound coming from the dolls, but they didn't seem to move.

“My girls need a mommy, ” said the old man, as he moved over behind the dolls, rubbing their hair, staring at me with a lustful, toothless, grin.

The old man moved clumsily over to the table and removed the gag that was in my mouth.

“Please don't scream it will scare the girls,” said the old man.

I knew if there was a chance someone could hear me, I had to take it. I began screaming at the top of my voice. I Screamed for my life.  I Screamed in the hope someone would free me from this nightmare.

“Make her stop daddy, ” sounded a voice from the direction of the doll.

As I screamed for my life, the old man began reigning blows down upon my head.

“My God for a frail, old man he was really strong, ” I thought, as the blows kept on coming.

He stopped as I began to lose consciousness. As I faded in and out the old man left the room. Leaving me alone with the two dolls sitting across from me.

As I laid there I knew I had to escape. I frantically tried to free myself from the straps, I suddenly heard a noise behind me. I looked at the chair, where the dolls were sitting and the dolls were gone. Just as I noticed, I heard a patter of tiny footsteps run behind me.

“ Your a bad mommy, ” giggled a voice from behind.

I froze, I was sure I heard the old man leave the room. That's when I felt the porcelain hand of one of the dolls start to stroke my face, as the cold, hard, feel of a steel blade, slid in under my chin.

“Masha, Dasha, Naughty girls, that's not how we treat guest now is it,” bellowed a voice from behind me.

I looked up and the dolls were sitting back in the chair. Sitting there just staring at me with their lifeless eyes.

I felt the old man approach from behind. My skin started to crawl, as his cold, bony, hands gripped around my neck. The stale, sickly smell of his breath washed across my face as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“I could snap your neck like a twig.”

Then with childlike enthusiasm, he skipped over behind the dolls.

“I think she could be the one. She seems different than the others.”

My eyes widened. “Others,” I thought.